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♪ Star, that's what
they call you ♪

♪ How long you've waited
to get where you are ♪

♪ Star ♪

♪ That's what you wanted ♪

♪ This week, hot shot,
a video star ♪

♪ Ohh-ohh ♪

I don't suppose "Opportunity"
could knock any quieter,

could it?!

Didn't think so.

Time for a walk, eh?

Excellent idea.

Stella!

Oh! Come on!

Let's not fall out over this!

Lord, Jesus Christ, son of God,

have mercy on me, a sinner.

Cuzzy?

Hildy?

Hi.

Oh. I love this passage.

"Free me, Lord,
from eternal death."

- I know the feeling.
- It's not that bad.

Oh come on!
It's a bit gloomy.

It's a requiem honor!

Maybe next time go for
something with more of a tune.

A tune Dad can sing.

Okay! Very nice, everybody!

Any thoughts on the flower
contest this year, Stella?

I'm thinking...
the final frontier.

The Space Shuttle.
Intergalactic travel.

Think of the opportunities
for arrangements.

I'm trying, Kath.

Also, with ascension
on the horizon,

with Jesus lifting off...

- Ascending.
- ...to heaven,

which is most apt,
don't you think?

You've really given this
some thought, haven't you?

In case they ask questions
at the parish church council.

- It's good to be prepared.
- Oh well, I wouldn't worry.

The PCC is usually run
pretty smoothly.

Please! Everyone!
It's just a proposal!

It's out of the question.

The church needs a lavatory.

We've managed for centuries
without a toilet.

Yes, but I believe
change is necessary, Kath.

Even in the church.
- What about the noises?

- Noises?
- Noises!

No one wants to hear... sounds

during divine worship.

Where would it go?
The lavatory?

Oh, there's plenty of room,
isn't there?

You could put it in the back.

You mean
where our flower room is?

Strictly speaking, it's not
yourflower room, is it?

Then whose is it?

Jane's--
Mrs. Thwaite's right!

I mean, over the years,
it's been lots of things.

During the war,
I believe that it's had--

Really, Mr. Bowness?
Another history lesson?

I'm just saying...

I think we might be
getting off the subject!

I am notgiving up
the flower room.

Well, we'll put it to a vote

at next week's meeting then,
shall we?

Fine by me.

It's not happening.

Oh, it looks like you've got
a fight on your hands.

- Ah, it does, doesn't it?
- Hmm.

All set for your open day
tomorrow?

Yes. Yes, I think so.

Anthony's been rehearsing
his guided tour all week.

I'm looking forward to it.
I'm sure it'll be fascinating.

Well! Here's hoping.

Help earn his keep.

Hi, love.

Harry? You okay?

Can you come? It's Dad.

I will lift up mine eyes
unto the hills

from whence cometh my help.

Out of the deep
have I called unto thee, O Lord.

Lord, hear my voice.

What is it, Ernie?

Forgive me.

For what, Ernie?

Now, you can tell me.

Confession heals, Ernie.

It's God's mercy.

After D-Day...

w-we was pushing south.

Middle of nowhere.

We rounded this bend.

And there they were.

Some Germans.

Younger than us.

Kids, really.

We rushed them.

And he was too slow.

I-I stuck my bayonet in him.

In. Out.

In.

Out.

I'm so... so sorry.

I'm here, Dad.

Don't be scared.

I, uh, saw you
talking to Anthony.

Yeah?

What did he want?

Oh, just something
about his solo in the requiem.

Nothing important.

- Rector.
- Hello, Kath.

Uh, is everything alright?

I saw you leave
with Harry Cobb earlier.

It was Ernie.

I'm afraid he died
earlier this afternoon.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Hm.

He was a good man.

Lovely evening.

It is, isn't it?

Bye for now.

I met the vicar just now.

Ernie's died.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

You don't have to
keep it a secret anymore.

Only it's not that simple,
is it?!

No.

Sorry. I suppose not.

I just need to decide...

What's that?

My results are back.

Hello!

And how is that helping, exactly?

I don't want to help.
Just want to get past.

So how about moving?

Which is precisely what we
would do if only you'd back up.

Listen, missus.
You're in a car.

I've got a tractor.

You're the one
that needs to move.

Then we have a problem,
don't we?

Turn the ignition off!
Turn it off!

I can wait all night. Can you?

"Missus."

Alright.
Now you're starting to annoy me.

I'd do what she says, Nathan.

You won't win.

And she fights dirty.
- Yeah?

Ah, a friend of yours,
is she, Reverend?

She's my mother.

...awarded
the Nobel Prize for...

I can't see
what all the fuss is about.

It's just you weren't
meant to move in...

- Ohh!
- ...until next week.

So, by rights,
you should still be at Theo's

and I should be
having a quiet Saturday.

What do you live on? Air?

- Mother.
- There was a change of plan.

Your brother got a job.

"An Inspector Calls"
if you're interested.

He's playing Gerald.

Ah. Good for Theo.

A world of secrets,
lies, and murder

under the veneer
of middle-class respectability.

Just my cup of tea.

Now, isn't that better?

...you had a few.
And later on,

it's "Lunch Time
with Gordon Benjamin"

where he'll be bringing you
up to date...

Right. What are these?

Oh, it's the local rag.

I use them to light the fire.

And they're pretty good
for cleaning windows.

"Champton vicar visits
victims of gay plague,

says, 'Everyone
deserves God's love.'"

Dear me. What were you thinking?

That right now
they are suffering

and could do
with a bit of compassion.

I meant pale socks
with dark trousers.

Socks should match the trouser,
not the shoe!

It makes your legs look longer.

Everyone knows that.
- Someone could have

at least just told me
you were coming.

Didn't Theo tell you?

Well, with your brother
treading the boards,

it made sense for me
to come to you a bit earlier.

It's just not very convenient.

Why? Do you have plans?

Well, then.

What can't be cured...
- Must be endured.

Yes. I remember.
Dad used to say it.

- And it stood him in good stead.
- Until it didn't.

So what are we gonna do today?

♪ She drives me crazy ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Like no one else ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

I don't know what
you've been doing in here,

but there's a definite aroma.

It's not that bad.

Smells like death, Daniel!

It's just the dogs.
Probably the odd hay bale.

It was a gift from Bernard
when I arrived.

The smell came with.
Sort of a job lock.

"Bernard"?

I think you'll find that's
Lord de Floures to you and me.

He's perfectly happy
with "Bernard."

Did he actually ask you
to call him that?

I think so.

Well, you can't
just use their name.

It's far too familiar.
You have to be invited.

That's how it's done.

Rank and title, darling.
These things matter.

Just follow signs
for parking.

Reverend, you can just
park up by the house.

Thank you, Edgy.

♪ She drives me crazy ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Like no one else ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh,
she drives me crazy ♪

You're an hour late.

So? No one noticed.

Boy, you better hope not.
Because they'd dock your pay.

And don't think
I'll make up the difference.

You worry too much, Granddad.

Hey. Listen.

It's good here. We're dug in.

Don't muck it up.

♪ She drives me crazy ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Like no one else ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ She drives me crazy ♪

The jousting tournament will
be taking place by the lake.

You won't want to miss that.

And for those of you

interested in Champton's
more recent history,

"Champton at War:
A Guided History" is at 2:00.

A real treat
for all you history buffs.

You're presenting the trophy
to the champion jouster at 3:00.

And you've got the photo op
for the Gazetteat 4:00.

Honor wants it to look like
this every bloody weekend.

She thinks I ought to
open the place up.

Tea rooms and a...
bloody gift shop.

Better than turning it into
a hotel or conference center.

You asked Donna
to help turn things around.

This is a start.

No, it's a bloody noisy one.

Bloody lucrative one
if it works.

Yes. Thank you. Margaret.

What would I do without you?

Right. Now where's Anthony?

Getting ready to do
his tour thing, I expect.

You know, "Champton at War"
and all that.

Oh, yes. Of course. Right.

Well, as soon
as he's done with that,

tell him I want to see him,
will you?

Rector, when you have a minute,

I'd like to go over
something with you.

- Oh?
- As you know,

the committee and I
have long been concerned

about the flower room
and its facilities.

Have you? I don't recall.

And they felt that we should
seek funds to improve it

and install a buttery,
for teas and whatnot,

thereby enhancing the
whole churchgoing experience.

- This was never discussed.
- I'd remember.

It was the standing committee.
Didn't I say?

For dealing
with those little items

that slip between the cracks
of the PCC.

Of course,
if this was to go through,

it would scupper any plans
to install a toilet.

Would it? Hm. I hadn't
thought about it like that.

Anyway, I shall be presenting it
at the next PCC for a vote

because, unlike your plans,
this is already funded.

You've got the money?

A private donation.

I see. And who's it from?

The donor wishes
to remain anonymous.

To the rest of the world
perhaps, but not to me.

As rector and incumbent.

Hm. They were most insistent.

Unfortunately, the rector
has a fiduciary responsibility.

He has to be able to account
for all sources of funding.

And unless he can,
no such proposal

can go before the PCC
for approval.

Yes, I'm afraid
that's quite true.

And you are?

Oh, I'm sorry, Stella.
This is my mother, Audrey.

Who appears to be an expert
on PCC protocol.

It's amazing
what you pick up.

Hm.

Watch that one, Daniel.

I have a feeling
she hates losing.

But, then, so do I.

Alright, boys!
Give us a smile!

Come on, John.
Let's have you for the Gazette.

Okay. Here we go.

Wonderful. Thank you.

The war came to Champton
in a very real way.

The Special Operations
Executive, the S.O.E.,

were based here,

and training alongside them
was a covert army,

part of a network that
stretched across the country.

By day,
they were ordinary civilians--

farm workers, clergymen, gamekeepers.

But they were also
Churchill's secret weapon.

And should the Nazis invade,

they were to be
our last line of defense,

our very own resistance.

These men,
nicknamed the Scallywags,

were a secret army--
and a well-equipped one, too.

Please feel free
to come up and take a look.

Thank you.

Of course, mywar
was very different,

being on the front line
and all that.

You were a member of
the Women's Voluntary Service.

You made sandwiches.

To begin with!

You try driving an ambulance
during the Blitz

and tell me
that's not the front line.

How fearsome.

Hm.
They weren't mucking around.

Small cells of around eight men

could mount guerrilla attacks
on the Germans if they invaded,

blowing up supplies,

booby-trapping roads,
killing soldiers

before melting back
into the woods,

hiding in a network
of secret bunkers.

- Really?
- Hm. Superbly hidden.

And the only people
who knew of their existence

were the Scallywags themselves.

As for the bunkers, well,

we still don't know
where most of them are.

You see, there are no records.

But... I'm looking.

Do you think there are some
around here?

There's every reason
to think so, yes.

It's very exciting.

Can't the Scallywags tell you?

Ah, the thing is, if you were
invited to join the Scallywags,

you had to sign
the Official Secrets Act.

You didn't breathe a word.

Not to friends, family...
lovers.

No one knew.

Even today,
their identities are a mystery.

See? We knew how
to keep a secret then.

Not like these days,
with everyone

blabbing away
at the first opportunity.

I blame Cilla Black.

Uh, please excuse me.

I have an audience
with my cousin.

Doesn't do to keep him waiting, apparently.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Shut the door.

I feel like I've been, uh...

summoned to
the headmaster's study.

Yeah.
Why do you think that might be?

Hm. I spoke to a chap earlier,
and he said that he went to--

And this was fascinating.

He went to an art gallery
in Braunston...

You like art.
Perhaps you know it.

Thing is, you'll never guess
what he saw there.

Really are a bit of a shit,
aren't you, Anthony?

I just--
I don't understand why.

I don't understand
after all these years,

everything that we have done for
you and welcomed you in here.

And when you're in trouble,
I've sorted you out.

I gave you a job.

Yes.

And you've never let me
forget it, have you?

Oh, you are unbelievable,
Anthony!

You have the nerve
to take my generosity

- Don't give me that!
- ...and throw it in my face.

Well, enough is enough.

I...

I'm going to report it
to the police.

What?

And risk a scandal?

Go to hell, Anthony.

Time to crown
the champion jouster.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right out.

Should we alert
the Saint John Ambulance?

I think it's art.

Who on Earth is that?

Alex. It's Bernard's son.

Ooh!

The impossibility of change!

In the face
of intransigent history!

Is he soft or something?

Yeah.
It must be the inbreeding.

That was painful.

I'll say.
Hessian can chafe terribly.

I fancy taking a look
at the cake stalls,

get a sense of my new home.
- Really?

You can always judge a place
by the quality

of their bakewells.

What the hell was that?!

I told you.
I tweaked it a bit.

I said you could do it as long
as you didn't upset anyone!

It was provocative
but tasteful.

I warned you.

Screw up,
and you piss me and Pa off.

I can handle Pa.

It's not Pa you should be
worried about.

I think I'm actually
going to kill him.

- It was strangely hypnotic.
- It was a car crash.

I think my mother
quite enjoyed it.

Your mother?
I didn't know she was here.

Yes. She's moving in with me.

Permanently?

We finally sorted out
Dad's estate.

The only way
to pay off the list of creditors

was to sell the house, so...

And she couldn't afford
somewhere of her own?

It was a long list.

And you're okay
with her moving in?

Why wouldn't I be?

You and your mother
under one roof?

No, there's nothing that
could possibly go wrong there.

I am perfectly capable
of living with someone.

Thank you very much.

The dogs don't count.

It'll be fine.

Besides, she has
nowhere else to go.

Did you leave any
for anyone else?

Rector!

Give me a minute, will you?

Dora got
the test results back.

I'm sorry.

The thing is...

she doesn't want any treatment.

Nothing. No drugs. No tubes.

None of it.

She's been through it all once.

She can't face it again.

I can understand that.

All my life...

I've believed
if there's a problem,

you assess the situation
and you make a plan.

You do something. You know?

You don't just stand by
and do nothing.

Why can't she...

I don't know what to do.

They can't tell me
when she'll--

She's not in any pain.

It might stay like that
for years.

No one seems to know.

But however long she's got...

she wants to enjoy it...
here, with me.

Kath, I--

I'll work it out. Thank you.

I didn't really do anything.

You listened.

You're good at that.

You ever thought
of doing it professionally?

Hm!

...times do I have to tell you?
I'm not doing this anymore.

You get this done,
the quicker you can get back

to that weird performance art.
- I'm not doing this!

Edgy.

Got a little something for ya.

Don't tell His Lordship, though.

You can get a nice pie
out of that.

Do it soon, mind.
They done half turn quick.

Ma'am.

Oh! Good Lord!

- Edgy likes to share his bounty.
- Well, it's all gone a bit

"Cold Comfort Farm"
for my liking.

Still... explains the smell.

I suppose I couldget
a couple of pies out of it.

I think I'd rather give it
a decent burial in the garden.

Next to all the others.

Besides...

How many more pies
you think we can fit in here?

That's why God
invented the freezer.

"A," I'm not sure he did.

And, "B," I don't have one.

Which is why
you're going to get one

first thing Monday.
- Mother.

We need one, Daniel,

especially now
there's two of us.

- No, we can't afford to.
- Nonsense!

And it works out much cheaper
in the long run.

I can batch-cook
some of my old favorites.

- Stop it.
- Chicken a la king,

cod in parsley sauce,
a myriad of hearty soups.

- Please!
- All I'm doing--

No, I knowwhat you're doing.

It's the same thing
that you've always done.

I have no idea
what you mean by that.

You can't just put things right

by rearranging cupboards
and batch-cooking some soup.

I'm simply making do,
soldiering on.

Is that what you call it?

I'd have thought
you'd be pleased.

Pleased?

That I'm not dwelling
on the past.

I mean, when you consider
the way you behaved...

- Here we go.
- ...I'd be perfectly entitled

to hold a grudge.
- Now, that is not fair!

After everything your father
and I did for you.

You can't blame me for Dad!

Do you mind?

Uh, be my guest.

Huh. Don't worry.

Angostura bitters and tonic.

Almost like the real thing.

Even so, I'd have thought
coming in here...

Would, uh, trigger a relapse?

Let's hope not, eh?

I had no idea Champton House
was so important in the war.

Hm! Not just the house.

The more I looked,

the more I realized
it was the whole community.

It's turned into a bit
of a treasure hunt.

Clues everywhere.

And a few memories.

Memories?

Well, I spent
a lot of time here.

Bernard was only two years older
than me,

so we were more like brothers.

Having adventures. Inseparable.

And then you grow up.

Bernard inherited the title,
and I went down to London,

tried my hand at a few things,

but, uh, I'm not very good
at, uh, sticking to stuff.

So you decided
to come back here?

Well, it was actually
Bernard's idea.

And I've ended up
disappointing him, as well.

Wasn't deliberate.

No.

No, it never is.

All my fan mail is returned,

but not known at this address.

My wife...

Out where I live in the
country, post is really slow.

Good Lord.
This week I got a...

I don't suppose "Opportunity"
could knock any quieter,

could it?!

Our postman
committed suicide.

His wife didn't get the note
for three weeks.

Oh, just a few letters
get through.

I started to read this
just before I came out here.

Look at this.

"Dear Bob, even our dog
recognizes you on TV."

Isn't that lovely?

It goes on. It says, uh,

"When your program comes on,
he pricks up his ears,

walks to the set,
lifts his leg..."

Yeah.

Canon Clement?

DS Vanloo. Bronson BCID.

Yes. Hello.

Hello.

Pentel. A P205,
if I'm not mistaken.

Nice.

I don't know why I said that.

How can I help?

Uh, yeah. I need to
ask you a few questions.

Of course.

And we'll need your clothes,
I'm afraid. And a swab.

Right. Um...

Well, um, the rectory
is just down the road.

- And you're sure of the time?
- Yes.

My mother had just started
watching "Opportunity Knocks."

Bob Monkhouse
is one of my favorites.

But not yours?

Not really my thing.

My son is a cultural snob.

Thanks for the biscuits.

So why did you go
to the church?

Um, t-to say night prayer.

Right.

Was there any particular reason
why Anthony Bowness

would be in the church
at that time?

Not that I know of.

But perhaps he wanted to pray.

Why did you say that?

Because of where I found him.

I assumed that he'd been
kneeling to pray.

Right.

You say you saw Mr. Bowness
in the pub at about 7:00.

How was he?

He was a bit down, actually.

He said that he'd been
a-a disappointment.

Who to?

Mostly Bernard.

Lord de Floures. His cousin.

Okay. Thank you.

I should go up to the house now.

May I come?

Uh, well,
I wouldn't normally...

It's just something like this,
people are gonna be scared.

I thought maybe
a friendly face...

Anthony had,
you know, his problems.

He, um...
He went a bit off the rails

when he went back up to London.

He was an alcoholic.

He'd only been sober
for about eight months.

- Honor!
- Well, there's no point in...

He got into a proper mess.

And my father sorted him out.

How?

Oh, um...

Well, I paid for him to dry out,
and then I, um...

I brought him back up here.

And gave him a job
and a place to live.

He worked for you?

Uh, yeah. Sort of.
As an archivist.

I got him
to research the history

of the house during the war.

They're still there.

You sure?

Gin.

Are you letting me win?

Because that's not allowed.

Won't you change your mind?

No.

It's what I want.

And I'd like you by my side.

But if that's too hard...

I'm not going anywhere.

Peas in a pod.

Peas in a pod.

Did Mr. Bowness have
any other relationships?

Um, uh, what?
Like a girlfriend?

Someone he might confide in?

No.

No. Uh, just us.

And you all got along well?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Right.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Uh, well, I think
it was probably first
thing this morning.

Sorry. It was all a bit
of a rush trying to get
everything organized.

- Wasn't it later than that?
- What?

Only Anthony said
that he had a meeting with you

after his tour, which would
have been closer to 3:00.

Right. Sorry. No. Yes.
You're absolutely right.

Sorry. I, um...

Sorry. I forgot.
It's just, um...

This business.

What was the meeting about?

Oh, it wasn't really
a meeting as such.

We were just discussing
financial stuff.

It was nothing important.

Did he mention anything?

Something that might be
troubling him?

No. No.

No, h-he was the same as always.

You must know quite a lot
about everyone living here.

Only what they want to share.

Even so.
I think you might be useful.

How do you mean?

Well, as a vicar,

you know these people
better than anyone.

You're a way in.

Detective!
I thought I heard you!

Why don't you come in
for a drink?

You must be exhausted.

DS Vanloo was just leaving.

Actually, there issomething
else I'd like to discuss.

Marvelous! Come in!

I want to hear everything!

I must admit,
when I first arrived,

I thought life
was gonna be pretty dull,

but now I'm positively agog.

I was hoping
to have a private word.

Oh, yes.

With the vicar.

Let's go into the study.

There is one possibility
I haven't considered.

We know the church
was in darkness,

and we now know
from the blood spatter

that the murderer
struck from behind.

Now, there are
no defensive wounds,

which would suggest the victim

didn't know what was happening
until it was too late.

- That makes sense.
- Yeah, but that means

the murderer wouldn't have seen
their victim's face, either.

So unless this was
a random attack--

possible, but unlikely--

the murderer must have assumed

they knew
who they were attacking.

So?

So what if
they made a mistake?

A lone man praying
in one of the pews,

barely seen in the half light,

but someone the murderer

expected to be there
at that time.

Who knew you went to pray
before evensong?

Well, it was--
it was no secret.

And you did it every night.

So now the question
I have to ask you is...

can you think of anyone
who might want to cause you--

"The plague is real.

It's God's will.

You should burn in hell."

Does that answer
your question?

Reverend Clement!
Daily Express.

Can you tell us about
the murder last night?

- What did you tell them?
- I said no comment.

I've always wanted to say that.

Well, you don't think
the killer's here, do you?

I think it's
a definite possibility.

And you kept it secret...
all that time.

Nothing happened. I swear.

The day before
Anthony Bowness was killed,

five phone calls
were made to him.

I imagine
you were pretty angry.

Damn right I was!

Take on my son,
you take on me, too.

You think
they'll want to talk to me?

Just stick to the story,
and we'll be okay.

What would be better
is if they didn't have anything

to talk about
in the first place.

Take care walking home.

Haven't you heard?
There's a killer about.